Lin Xuan's tone was so grand that the two girls were somewhat stunned, faint disbelief showing on their faces. Lin Xuan did not bother to explain. Given time, they would naturally know that his words were not false.
After a brief moment of thought, he said, "Have either of you taken a master?"
"No." The two girls shook their heads.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. That was within his expectations.
Generally speaking, when the various sects recruited disciples, unless one's Spirit Root was exceptionally outstanding and one happened to catch the eye of some senior, becoming a nominal disciple and receiving special care, the others did not have such good fortune. They were all taught a few crude introductory spells by ordinary elders in charge of passing down techniques.
After that, no one asked about them again, leaving everyone to practice in private on their own.
With a certain amount of opportunity and a willingness to endure hardship and work hard, perhaps after a dozen years or so, one might gradually stand out from the crowd. But the vast majority could only wander around the Spirit Movement Stage for their entire lives.
A hundred years later, they would turn into a cup of yellow earth. It had to be said, this was the sorrow of low-level immortal cultivators.
Lin Xuan reached out, patted his Storage Bag, and took out two Jade Slips, handing them to the two girls.
"Young Master, this is..."
Lu Ying'er was startled. Then, as if realizing something, she sank her divine sense into it. A moment later, she lifted her delicate head, her face filled with shock.
Inside was actually a top-tier cultivation technique called the "Soft Water Art."
One had to know that in the cultivation world, although cultivation